He couldn’t be. There was no way he was asleep, he was still on top of me, for God’s sake! “Kale Hunt,” I rumbled, my patience wearing thin, “you better answer me.”
He groaned against my chest, then rolled off me. I looked to my left and found him on his back, out cold. I gawked at him, not understanding how he could fall asleep so quickly.
He was still naked as the day he was born! I was too, and I was sporting the evidence of Kale’s release on my body. I looked over at him and found that he was too. When he fell forward onto me, his leg hung off me for a moment and pressed against the sheet he’d ruined, rubbing the aftermath of our lovemaking onto his skin before he transferred it to mine.
Even though it was only a little bit on us both, I grimaced.
I wasn’t a prude. The idea of a man’s come didn’t bother me, so Kale’s come definitely wouldn’t, but never mind that he was the love of my life, I was not leaving it on my skin, or his, any longer than need be. I stood up from the bed and scurried over to the open door that led to a nicely decorated en suite. I gathered some tissues, soaked them with water and washed down my thigh as well as gently cleansing between my legs.
I was a little startled to see blood on the tissue as I was cleaning myself up, but I reminded myself that bleeding was normal after having sex for the first time. It wasn’t much anyway, so I wasn’t concerned in the slightest. After I finished cleaning myself up, I gathered some wet and dry tissues and, back in the bedroom, did the same for Kale, who didn’t move a muscle.
He was snoring his head off, and I didn’t know why, but I was a little bit angry with him. I hadn’t known what to expect from Kale when I bumped into him earlier, but ending up in a bedroom, admitting we liked one another and having sex with him definitely was not it. However, I had hoped we would stay awake and talk and cuddle afterwards. Him falling straight to sleep was not on the agenda, not for me anyway.
When I got him all cleaned up, I quickly got under the covers of the bed and pulled them over him to keep him warm. When I was settled next to him, I lay on my side, still and quiet for what must have been an hour or even two, just simply staring at him in awe.
I couldn’t believe I finally had what I’d wanted my whole life.
My Kale.
I had him, and for the life of me, I never wanted to let him go. I scooted closer to him, careful not to wake him up. I hesitated for a moment but decided to put my nerves aside and lie on his chest.
With an enormous smile on my face, I closed my eyes, blocked out the sound of the party downstairs and focused on Kale’s breathing. Oddly, his snores helped lull me into a relaxed state, and not long after, I fell into darkness, with a full and happy heart.
I never wanted this moment to end.
I blinked my eyes open when I heard a door slam, and then flinched when shouting voices followed loud laughter. It was dark, and for a fleeting moment I had no idea where I was, until I looked down to my left.
Kale.
Visions of kissing him, touching him and making love to him came tumbling back to me and put an instant smile on my face. I relaxed next to him and found he was on his side facing me. I simply gazed at the perfection that was before me. It wasn’t a dream. I’d really had sex and slept in a bed with Kale.
Oh, my God.
My heart was so happy I could have burst into song. My stomach was aflutter, and my body was shaking. Adrenaline was surging through my veins, and all because I woke up next to Kale. He gave me a high like none other, and I loved it. I loved him.
I looked past Kale’s body to the clock on the dressing table next to the bed and saw it was after five in the morning. I listened out for music but couldn’t hear it any more. I could hear distant laughter and voices, though,